My Wife is a Herbalist Practitioner

Chapter 37 Wanna Sleep with Me?

Kieran came to the door of the bathroom, raising his hand to knock on the door.

Soon, the door opened.

Sylvie hid behind the door. There was no a veil on her face, but the door cover her face. Her clear eyes

were exposed. Looking at him, she stretched out her hand, "Mr. Kieran, thank you. Give it to me."

The steam in the bath ran out of bathroom, with the fragrance of lotion. Kieran looked at her exposed

skin with small crystal beads of water on it.

Kieran handed her the tampons and clean clothes.

Sylvie stretched out to take them, but he did not let go.

What?

Sylvie pulled once.

He hadn't loosened yet.

Sylvie looked up at him.

Kieran looked at her watery eyes. She was about to be angry. He showed a smile and let go.

Sylvie took the clothes and quickly closed the door.

She felt that her face was red and hot. Kieran was good at hitting on her!

...

Kieran stood smoking by the French window. The door opened, and Sylvie came out.

She wore a long dress in the color of cherries, with thin straps hanging over her silky shoulders,

revealing her girlish figure.

It was a dark red color that suited her very well, and he had thought it would look good on her when he

bought it.

A girl with fair skin and pure temperament could hold all advanced colors.

Sylvie’s bright eyes feel on his handsome face. She twisted her eyebrow lightly, "Why did you smoke

again?"

Kieran, with a hand in his trouser pocket, did not speak.

Sylvie walked over to see the injury on his left hand.

That night he punched himself in the mirror, and cut himself. It seemed to have been treated and

scabbed.

"What, feel distressed? If you are distressed, why did you say those words to anger me?"

Sylvie let go of his hand and was about to leave.

Kieran grabbed her slender waist and held her in his arms. Then he pushed her against a French

window, away from her nose and mouth, spraying a puff of smoke across her face.

Sylvie did not expect him to do so, directly choked by the smell of smoke and coughed up.

"Mr. Kieran, what are you doing? Can you stop?" Sylvie pushed him.

Kieran smiled, "Why did you suddenly push me away? Even if I was sentenced to death, you should

give me a reason.”

Sylvie did not want to talk about it. If she did, they would be embarrassed, but since he now asked

aggressively, she would tell him.

"Who was the woman answered your phone?"

Kieran was shocked and quickly frowned, "What?"

Sylvie reached out and grabbed the cigarette in his fingertip, and then took a puff in his eyes. He was

too tall, so Sylvie stretched out her hand to pull his tie and pulled his handsome straight body down.

Kieran supported his hand in her side. When he bent down, Sylvie spit the smoke to his handsome

face like he had just done.

Kieran's throat rolled. His big hand pinched her soft waist and pressed her back against the wall. He

whispered, "Speak well, don't seduce me!"

Sylvie sneered, "On the ability to seduce Mr. Kieran is really beyond my reach. While being ambiguous

with me, taking advantage of the business trip, brought your mistress to get a room. Being skillful with

two women, Mr. Kieran, do you have a sense of achievement?"

Kieran did not understand, "Don’t be mystifying, make it clear."

"Mr. Kieran, I think that's enough, but if you're really shameless, I'll get this straight. I called you the

night you were on a business trip, and a woman answered your cell phone, and she said you were in

the shower!"

Kieran quickly took out of his phone and turned on the address book. She really made a call to him.

But the call was answered.

Kieran recalled that night that his secretary, Freddie, had told him that Robyn, the public relations

director, had come.

It was Robyn, then.

Kieran’s eyes became cold. Feeling the girl in his arms moving, he imprisoned her, "Don’t move!”

"Mr. Kieran, what do you mean? You're pissed off because it's been revealed?" Sylvie looked at him

provocatively.

Kieran took away the cigarette from her fingertip and threw it in the ashtray. "Mrs. Lowe, are you

jealous?"

What...What?

Sylvie denied, "I am not."

"You are. You asked me to find another woman again and again after I came back from the business

trip."

"I..."

Kieran pressed her shoulder and forced her to look at him, "In your eyes, I have been reduced to this

point? Even if I have a woman, do I have to lie to cover?”

"You...You..."

Sylvie was shocked. She had thought that they might be embarrassed if she revealed that, but now

what was going on?

He might have thought her ridiculous; he mocked her in a careless way that despised her to the fullest.

Sylvie had seen men cheating on women, but she had never seen an arrogant one.

"Kieran, you have no shame!"

Sylvie punched her and kicked him twice.

Kieran narrowed his eyes and looked at the girl in his arms. She was always like this, tickling him.

Kieran curled his lips. The gloom of these days swept away, now he was in a good mood, "Mrs. Lowe,

look at you, you are fierce. My mobile phone was answered, and you are fierce like a little wild cat. If I

slept with someone, will you be crazy?”

"..."

Sylvie froze and then said, "I am not jealous, I said I am not jealous!"

Seeing that she was angry and wanted to hit him but could not beat him, he raised his hand and

scraped her nose and said in a low voice, "Mrs. Lowe, although I can't stand it when you are jealous, I

still like you to be jealous for me."

"Kieran!”

Kieran let go of her, "Sleep here tonight, don't go back."

Then he turned and walked away.

Sylvie called him, "Where are you going?"

This was his room. It was so late. Where was he going?

Kieran looked at her. "Why, you want to keep me and sleep with me?"

Sylvie flushed. She was angry and threw the pillow at his handsome face with force, "Go, we have put

the words clearly. Go to find other woman!"

Kieran raised his eyebrow. He did not coax her but left.